Day One - Depart intelligent
Abruzzo My adventure began with a "smart start" I got on the highway to 10.30 August 1. After an hour I was still in Bologna, after another hour I was in Imola and I came to suspect that you have fucked up. But it was too late.
At 14 I phoned to say that I came late to the appointment, and I put my heart in peace. Then the road is miraculously clean, 7 hours and I came to the net goal: when we say good luck. After
a short walk to the city, during which I walked with quiet and circumspect air studying my fellow travelers, we headed to the hotel that would have accommodated.
On the way I hoped to be in a room with a girl I had seen Amuchina slather your hands with gel, irrefutable sign that we share the same approach to the disgust and then we had an excellent chance of becoming best friends.
Unfortunately the rooms were already taken place, and so I ended up sleeping with two strangers and share with them, both long-haired, a shower with no curtain. I just planted a grain, asking the boss to give us a tent, but then, as they passed the days, I used to swim in that sea water and hair that was the post-shower and did not raise the issue more. The truth is that human beings, even the most persistent offenders like me, they fit just about anything.
the evening we are familiar with the local cuisine, and it was a really good time. Until the end of the holiday we drank Montepulciano d'Abruzzo and tasted all the wonderful dishes of meat and vegetables of the culinary tradition of Abruzzo.
care for the nutrition of all of us and who had different dietary needs (there were vegetarian and gluten) was one of the things that struck me most and that has characterized the hospitality of the organizers. According
Day - Waterfalls and forests
I remember especially the alarm, hard, to 7.20. I had my face worse, the 10-hour intercontinental flight. With great difficulty (I) we started the business of yoga and then off to breakfast.
The district is where we were romantically called "waterfalls and forests, the abundance of water. Our first excursion, therefore, was to a waterfall.
I had performance anxiety and anxiety bladders, because of new boots, a true mountain apprentice. But I had brought a special equipment for first aid for wounds, blisters, bites and various injuries.
I put the red cap on his head and I left. So
you expect me to tell you that I was trudging along, but no. The first release was soft, I sweat that I had to sweat, but I got to a decent goal: that is, with your legs under the table, since we came back for lunch.
In the evening we had a yoga session, where we made painful postures, designed to make us open at least one of the 7 chakras, everything is still sealed.
Day Three - Accident
the third day I hurt all over: legs, with the effort of the walk the day before, his arms to the exercises of yoga, belly, and voltage. I trudging
: cursed and beat the sun climbed the hill. I tried to hold on and I went on to head low as a mule, losing all the views.
Suddenly I heard a rustle in the bushes next to me and I saw a beast come out gray. The Hare, scared by a dog, instead of wriggling ran toward me I heard a log and was the sound of my leg against the hare. After filling out the form cid there we went to each his own way: myself with a bruise on her leg, her intact. From that moment, "the hare" has become a fantastic story and it became part of my personal mythology.
Day Four - Gran Sasso
The fourth day was planned the trip more important than the Gran Sasso. In fact it was raining.
We are still left, because in the mountains just a gust of wind to change the features on a day: in fact we were lucky. The weather was drive, windbreaker, there were nice and low gray clouds, but no rain. The trip was long and rewarding.
Meanwhile, the group began to know each other better and appreciate each other's company. Began to develop friendships born and preferences, sometimes you could see people hugging.
In the evening we had a yoga position that I was finally a ruined knee. Yet all the chakras closed.
Day Five - The call of the mountains
was to be the fifth day of rest, where I planted under a tree and did not want to read know anything about anyone.
Instead, even though his knee was hurting and I was tired and did not have the physical, my legs wanted to walk. So I let them go with the group for a short hike.
is taken in the evening a performance of tango, because the "Law of the tango," says that, among a group of people, there is always someone dancing the tango, and who, like me, keep stored in the car a few of dance shoes.
Day Six - The path of nettles
The tango of the night before I was cured of the knee (miracles of the dance) so I could show off my best physique du role for the excursion without me sympathize with unnecessary pain joints.
Again, the climb was tough and I did not have enough breath. My eyes were sweating, my nose was running and I wanted my mother.
Meanwhile, relations between the members of the group huddled, friendships are consolidated, it was left behind to tell the secrets and laughing (me, a lot, and almost always without reason).
arrival we waited a long path of nettles: that year were not doing well and the burning un'urticata reminded me of some walks in his youth and made the time I had pinched a jellyfish. They are a true champion of adventures. In the evening
chakras were still angry wound closed and a light melancholy at the thought of the week travel came to an end.
Day Seven - I had to go to walk
I went to the river and instead I should find the courage to do the last hike, 800 meters in altitude. Those who made it have spat blood and returned cooled or offended in some parts of the body.
In the evening, I said goodbye forever to yoga, that just is not for me.
Eighth Day - A
Before going home they gave us the bag of food, such as extreme act of caring.
Then everything went too fast, I have not had time to say goodbye for good, I forgot to ask for phone numbers and e-mail.
Maybe in my subconscious, I know that some people will meet again.
Maybe I know that this experience of nature and living together will lead me into new places, where I will meet other people and other mountains.
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